lessons with auntie

Venom waited for the rest of the wolves to dissipate before descending from her perch and finding her own very young apprentice. Six months was usually the age at which she preferred pups take the title, but she was proud of her niece’s initiative. The only one of Toxicity’s brood to seek her out today. That fact would already begin to give her a rise above her siblings. Not just in Venom’s eyes but her skills as well. Venom smirked lightly and flicked her tongue slowly as she gazed down at the beautiful child.

”Alright, Faith.” Venom started softly, lowering first her hips to the ground and following with her shoulders. She tilted her head curiously now that they were eye level. ”Where should we begin?” Just how much initiative did the child have, and more importantly would Venom be able to answer her questions. They’d let Tox be the arbiter of all things Abraxas, Venom would help in every other aspect. And while it was cold she could explain some theory to what little she knew about plants, but they’d be better off exploring that topic when spring returned.